Title: Wishes Suck Ass
Word Count: 4,241
Warnings: Probably swearing. I think that’s it.
Summary: The Reader is captured by a Djinn and is
sent to a world where she never became a hunter.
Pairing: [Dean/Sam x Reader Friendship]
Author’s Note: I wasn’t really into the
way I ended it, but oh well. Please request
things! I’m running out of ideas on what to write!
T/S – Town
Your Eye Color
You felt a plush softness beneath
you. Your hands were rested at your sides, gently gripping onto the satin
sheets you laid upon. You felt at ease. Calm. Like there was nothing wrong in
this damned world.
But then you realized. The last
you remembered you weren’t in a comfortable bed with satin sheets draped across
your body. No. You were in a dingy motel room with scratchy, cotton blankets
that you dared not sleep in. Your eyes bolted open, your attention darting
around the unfamiliar surroundings. Very, very unfamiliar. You shot straight up
into an upright position, your hand clutching your chest as heavy breaths
heaved through your lungs. And that’s when you noticed you were no longer
clothed in an undershirt and skinny jeans, but in fact in a sheer lingerie
dress, the silk feeling cool against your skin. Beads of sweat began to coax
your forehead, your heart ramming within your chest.
You tore yourself from the bed,
brushing your hands against your clothing as if you were removing all evidence
you were ever in that bed. You blindly fumbled about the room in search of a
light switch, finding it against a wall near the closed door. You flipped it
up, the artificial lighting filling the room. You squinted a little, allowing
your pupils to adjust to the sudden outburst of light.
You were in a white bedroom with
a large queen bed sitting against the back wall with satin blue sheets and
plush pillows. Both sides of the bed were messy, crinkles enfolding in the
fabric. Both? Your glances danced all
around the room, soaking in the environment. You had no idea where you were and
you were beginning to panic even more. Where were you? Whose house were you
Just as your eyes peered all
around the room in a frantic state, your gaze fell onto a familiar object. Your
phone. You dashed towards it, reaching for it in a hurry and unlocked it with
your passcode. You opened your contacts app, scrolling through in search of
either Dean or Sam. But nothing. You came across unfamiliar names: Mitchell
with a large heart by the name, Hannah, Joseph, Rick, Neil. The list went on
and on. You didn’t know any of these people. But what really gripped your
attention was a name you haven’t spoken in quite a long time. Mom. You furrowed
your eyebrows, shaking your head slightly before exiting the contacts tab and
going to the keypad for dialing numbers. There was no way this was your phone.
It was just a coincidence that it was the same phone… and it was the same
passcode as yours was. The ending numbers in both your parents’ birth years
collided together to make a code.
You shook past the thought,
trying to recall one of Dean or Sam’s numbers. The boys had so many numbers it
began to all jumble up in your head. You then finally remembered Dean’s number
to his immediate cellphone, only to be used by you and Sam. You typed the
number into the keypad, pressing the phone to your ear and waiting impatiently.
The call rang a few times before going straight to voicemail as if he declined
the call. You huffed out a sigh, raising your eyebrows in suspicion before
redialing the number. The same thing happened. “Dammit, Dean,” you mumbled
under your breath, dialing it once more, holding the phone up to your ear.
“Okay, who is this?” Dean’s gruff
voice sounded in your ears, a sigh of relief relishing the air. You thought
that the number was unrecognizable to the man because perhaps this wasn’t your
phone at all.
“Dean. Dean, its Y/N,” you
answered hurriedly, glancing around the room. “I don’t know where I am. I woke
up in someone’s house wearing fucking lingerie an-”
“Who is this?” Dean inquired once
more, his tone of voice seeming impatient to you.
You blinked your eyes a little in
disbelief. “Dean, c’mon, it’s Y/N.”
“I don’t know anyone by the name
of Y/N. Do-”
“Is this some kind of sick joke,
Dean? Did you and Sam plan this? Take me to someone’s house and change all my
contacts in my phone and dress me like a damn Barbie doll? This is low for you
guys,” you puffed, your paranoia subsiding and phasing into anger.
“Listen here, sister, I don’t
know who you are or what you’re talking about. Don’t call this number again.”
And with that, the line went
You stared down at the screen as
you pulled the phone away from your ear, the words ‘CALL ENDED’ flashing in
your irises before it disappeared. Your eyes widened at the background the
phone possessed. It was of you, an unfamiliar man, and your parents. Your
parents. Your parents. The photo
looked fairly recent as well. “I don’t understand,” you mumbled to yourself,
shaking your head. Your parents were dead.
They died long, long ago. Their death was the reason why you entered the
Before you were able to process
anything else, you heard a clatter from down the hall. Your eyes widened, your
phone slipping from your grip and onto the carpeted flooring. Your eyes danced
across the scene in hopes of finding a weapon in sight. But of course, there
wasn’t. Your gaze fell onto the lamp on the bedside table. You shrugged your
shoulders slightly, racing over to it and unplugging the chord, wrapping it
around the base. You held the lamp tightly into your grip, licking your lips.
You slowly crept out of the
bedroom, entering into a hallway. You tried to stay focus on the task at hand,
but your eyes wandered around the unfamiliar place. Pictures were scattered
along the wall, each filled with a memory of some kind. Your memory. Each photo was contained a still of you. Some you were
with the man in the background, some you were with people you only assumed were
friends, and some you were with your parents. What is happening? you inquired in your mind, shaking your head and
You proceeded down the hallway,
entering into a large, open area. A living room sat to the right of you, its
furniture polished and clean. Pictures littered tall cabinets and hung from the
wall in places. You overhead the sounds of a fork clattering and scrapping
against a glass plate, your attention slowly falling onto its owner. You raised
the lamp over your head, ready to strike when the man twirled around in his bar
stool, his eyes widening and hands flying to his chest. “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” he
cried out. “Y/N, what are you doing?”
He knew you. He knew you. Well
of course he knew you! He was in almost every picture in this damned house. You
hesitantly lowered the lamp with a shaky grip, letting it fall to your side. “I
uh… I…” You tried your best to smile innocently, but your attempt to do so only
resulted in a grimace.
“Did you have a nightmare again?”
he inquired, his brows furrowing and eyes softening.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah I did. And I
heard a noise out here… and I just kind of well…” You shrugged lightly, raising
the lamp up a little before letting it fall back down to your mid-thigh.
The man stood from his seat,
taking the plate into his grasp and waltzing over to the sink, setting it down
and turning the faucet on to rinse the dish off. “You wanna talk about it?”
You slowly shook your head,
setting the lamp down onto the table and sitting down where he once sat. You
rested your elbows on the counter, leaning your weight forward and letting out
a long, string of air you hadn’t realized you were holding in. “No. No, I’m
“Okay,” the man answered slowly,
turning on his heel to face the sink once more, beginning to scrub the dirty
plate. “Um… shouldn’t you be getting ready?”
“For?” you questioned, raising an
eyebrow up at the stranger.
“Work,” he answered, turning his
head to face you. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Work, right, yeah… um, I have
today off,” you replied, deliberately nodding your head. “But yes, yes I’m
fine. Just a little shaken up about the dream, that’s all.”
“You have off today? Babe, it’s a
Wednesday… a school day.”
“Yeah, and?” you asked, shooting
him a confused look, for him only to give you one back.
“Babe, are you sure you’re okay?”
He turned the faucet off, approaching you and placing a hand on your forehead.
“You’re clammy… maybe I should call the school and say you’re not coming in
today.” He dropped his hand from your skin, walking into the living room and
retrieving what you believed was the household phone.
“Yeah, you do that…” You
swallowed hard, scanning your whereabouts. Was this your kitchen? Your family
room? Your house? Your… boyfriend?
You listened into the
conversation that the stranger had on the phone, him explaining that you
weren’t feeling well and won’t be coming in to teach. Teach? So you were a
The man hung the phone up,
striding back over to you, placing a soft touch on the small of your back.
“Maybe we shouldn’t go to your parents tonight…”
Your ears perked up, your eyes
widening. “My parents?”
“Yeah… we were going there for
dinner tonight, remember?” His tone leaked with slight disbelief. “I should
just call your mother and tell her…”
“No, no. It’s fine. No, we’ll go.
I’m sure I’ll be fine by then.” You mustered up the best small smile you
possibly could, him returning the favor before leaning down and gently kissing
“We gonna tell them tonight?” he
asked, walking over to the fridge, opening it and grabbing a water bottle for
“Tell them what?”
He stopped in his tracks as he
was opening the water bottle. “Y/N, are you okay?”
“Yes, yes. I’m fine,” you
answered impatiently. “What are we telling them?”
“About the baby, Y/N,” he
responded, slowly unscrewing the cap and pressing the rim to his lips, tipping
“The baby?” you questioned, the
question more towards yourself than to him. “I’m pregnant? Huh…”
“I think you should get back to
bed…” he suggested, setting the bottle down on the counter and striding to your
aid. He pressed his hand to your back, helping you get up. “I’m gonna head to
work… I’ll call you around noon, alright?”
“Yeah, yeah, okay.” You looked up
at him, smiling slightly and nodding your head. He returned the gesture, though
it seemed to weaken as he saw you gaze around your surroundings as if you
hadn’t seen it before. That’s because you hadn’t…
“Okay.” He leaned down, pressing
a firm kiss to your lips. Your eyes widened for a spilt second, hesitantly
kissing him back. He broke away, furrowing his eyebrows at you before stalking
out the kitchen and into an unfamiliar part of the house. You waited until you
heard the clatter of his slipping his shoes on and grabbing his keys, opening
the door and stepping out. The soft clink of the door shutting caused you to
shoot down the hallway, racing to what you presumed was your bedroom. You
reached your destination, grabbing the phone that laid on the carpeting. You
typed in your password, waiting for the image to phase into your home screen.
You tapped your screen to open up your phone app, typing in Dean’s number once
more despite his pleadings—well, more like threats—to not call him.
You waited as the buzzing noise
sounded in your eardrums, Dean’s gruff, angry voice answering. “I thought I
told you not t-”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Listen to me,
my name is Y/N Y/L/N. We’ve been hunting partners for as long as I can
remember. I don’t know where I am but I’m somewhere where my parents are alive,
I’m pregnant, and I’m a dumbass teacher. I don’t know what’s going on right
now, but I am begging you to listen to me.”
“Look… Y/N… you sound like you
have a pretty decent life. So do yourself a favor and stay out of mine.”
Before you could retort, the line
went dead once more. You groaned in frustration, biting your bottom lip hard.
But before you were able to throw your phone in irritation, it began to vibrate
in your palms. You peered down, MOM flashing on the screen. Mom? Your mom was
You hesitantly pressed the TALK
button, placing the phone up to your ear. “Hello?” you whispered shakily,
inhaling a sharp breath.
“Y/N… Y/N, Mitch called me saying
that you weren’t feeling too well and were staying home from work. Are you
That voice. You would have sworn
you would never here it again. The way she said your name made your heart
flutter, tears springing to your eyes. You swallowed the small lump forming
within your throat. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Don’t worry about me…”
“Well of course I’m gonna worry
about you, sweetheart. I’m your mother.”
A sob passed through your lips.
She was your mother and she was talking to you. Right now. “Sweetie? Sweetie
are you crying?”
“Um, yeah. I’m watching a really
sad movie,” you lied, trying your hardest to blink away the tears. “The dog
“Oh… I’m sorry, dear. Now, are
you and Mitch still coming over for dinner tonight?”
“Um, yeah, I think so… but I
mean, why wait? Can I come over now?”
A soft laugh sounded from your
mother, causing more tears to erupt in your eyes. You believed you would never
hear that laugh ever again. “Of course!” your mother answered. You could hear
the smile growing on her lips and you couldn’t help but let one phase onto
yours. “I’ll leave the front door unlocked. See you soon!”
“Bye, Mom… I love you!”
“I love you, too, dear.” And with
her words, the line clicked.
You drooped your arm down,
resting your phone against your chest. You sniffled loudly, blinking a few
times. You were going to see your mother again… but first, you had to figure
out where the hell you were.
You had changed into more
suitable clothing for your reunion with your mother and perhaps your father.
Oh, you were shaking with excitement and nerves.
Once you stepped out of the
house, you immediately recognized the neighborhood. This was the place where
you grew up. And just down the street was your childhood home. You shoved your
hands within your jean pockets, prancing down the sidewalk towards your old
home just up the street. There was a slight spring to your step, your body
radiating with happiness.
It had only taken you two minutes
to skip down the sidewalk, your gait long and bouncy. You reached your parents’
home, staring up at the exterior for a brief moment. You thought you would
never see this house again after what had happened within it. You were eighteen
at the time, it being the end of your senior year of high school. You had
returned home late from a party, finding your parents dead on the floor, the
thing that killed them still lingering, waiting to finish you off. If it hadn’t
been for a man by the name of Rufus Turner, you would surely have died that
You shook the horrible thoughts
out of your brain, proceeding forward up the walkway and to the front door. You
gripped onto the brass handle, turning it and slowly opening it. The interior
looked exactly as you last remembered it. The old school pictures that hung in
the foyer were still there. The same fake, potted plants sat next to the piano
in the music room. The same rug greeted you as you walked through the doorway.
And then you saw her. She was gliding gracefully down the stairs, dressed in
plain jeans and a white t-shirt. But you swore she looked more beautiful than
“Hi, Y/N,” she mused, wrapping
her arms around you in a loose hug. But you couldn’t hold it in much longer.
You tightened the embrace, burying your face in the crook of her neck. She
laughed lightly, reeling you out of her grasp, placing her hands on your
shoulders and looking into your eyes. “Are you alright?”
“I’m more than alright,” you
answered immediately, admiring her features in great depth. You focused all
your attention on memorizing each individual line and mark on her face from the
crinkles around her eyes and the small blemishes that coaxed her skin. “Where’s
Dad?” You looked past her into the entrance to the kitchen.
“He just left for work, dear. But
he’ll be back for dinner tonight! Now, tell me, what are you hiding from me?” A
smirk surfaced on her lips, her arms crossing against her chest and her hip
jutting out as she leaned her weight onto her left side.
“Hmm?” you hummed, furrowing your
eyebrows at her request.
She uncrossed her arms in slight
defeat, retreating to the kitchen, you hot on her heals. “I’m your mother, Y/N!
I can tell when you’re not telling me something.” Your mom walked over to the
counter, grabbing an apple from the bowl that sat on its surface, sinking her
teeth into the fruit. “Besides, Mitch was dropping hints that you guys had
something to tell us.”
Realization appeared on your
expression, your head bobbing into a curt nod. “Right, um, well, you’ll just
have to see at dinner,” you replied with a small wink following your words.
Your mother released an
exaggerated sigh, a playful pout on her lips. “Fine,” she huffed. You could tell
she was stifling a grin.
“Mom, quick question… do we know
anyone by the last name of… Winchester?” you hesitantly asked, raising an
eyebrow in the process.
“Hmm, I don’t think so,” she
answered, taking another bite of her apple. “Name doesn’t ring a bell.”
“That’s what I was afraid of,”
you grumbled under your breath. “What about Rufus Turner?”
She shook her head. “Why’re you
“I…” You frowned at your lack of
response, leaning your weight forward and pressing it against the counter. “N/S
isn’t too far, right?”
“A few hour drive to make it to
the border. Why?”
“Can I borrow your car?”
You didn’t exactly want to leave. You didn’t at all,
actually. You wanted to stay there with your mother all day until your father
got home and you would have your reunion with him. But with the Winchesters not
having a recollection of whom you were struck you as odd. Really odd. So, as much to your mother’s dismay as well as your own,
you got into your mother’s vehicle and was currently speeding down the highway
to N/S, T/S to be exact where you there were working the Djinn case. Though it
was a long shot, you had a feeling that they would be in the motel you thought
you would wake up in.
Even with your illegal speeds, it
had taken you a total of eight hours to your destination. The town you
desperately needed to be in was towards the middle of the state. Just your
luck. Your mother had called your cellphone a million times, but seemed to have
given up on reaching you after the fourth hour.
arrived in the motel parking lot, quickly parking the car and getting out. You
ran to their motel room, knocking harshly on the door. A few moments later, the
door cautiously propped open, a sliver of Sam showcasing itself.
frowned at him, pushing passed him into the room. You held your arms up lazily
when you saw Dean and Sam both point their guns towards you. “Put ‘em down,
boys. I wanna talk.”
hand tightened on the gun, his eyes shifting over to Sam before returning to
you. “You’re Y/N, aren’t you? I recognize your voice from the lovely chats we
had on the phone. How the hell did you find us?” he hissed, flipping the safety
off his gun.
wouldn’t shoot a pregnant woman, would ya?” you replied with equal venom to
your voice. You noticed the falter in their grips, Sam’s the first to drop.
Dean followed his brother’s pursuit, flipping the safety switch back on.
did you find us?”
knew exactly where you two would be because I’m working the case with you two… or was. C’mon, Dean. Sam.
How do you two not remember me?”
digging,” Sam spoke behind you, causing you to whirl around to face him with a
confused expression. “Stop digging or you’re going to lose everything.”
cocked your head to the side. “Excuse me?”
back to Mitch and your family. Live a normal life. Stop. Digging,” Dean said,
your head snapping to face him.
do you know-?”
Leave now. Never turn back.” Sam took a step closer to you, placing a gentle hand
on your shoulder.
heart began to pick up its pace, the organ beginning to ram against your chest.
“I don’t understand…”
and never turn back,” Sam repeated, his grip tightening on your shoulder for a
quick moment, ushering you out the door. You watched with a pained expression
as they slammed the door in your face, leaving you alone on the doorstep.
retrieved your phone from your pocket, quickly dialing your mother’s phone
number and pressing the cell to your ear. The ringing echoed through your
eardrums before she answered with a polite hello.
Hey, I’m in T/S, N/T. I just wanted to tell you in case… in case I’m late for
dinner. I’ll be leaving here in about an hour… I have some things to do still.”
you spoke slowly, walking out to the car, but not before you turned your head
to look at the motel door once more.
digging and come home.”
hand slipped from the grip it had on the door handle, your breath being caught
in your throat. “What?”
did you have to dig into this? Why couldn’t you just have been content with
everything?” You heard your mother sigh.
dots began to connect themselves in your head, your eyes widening slightly. It
wasn’t real. None of it was. You just couldn’t believe you hadn’t realized it
sorry,” you whispered, tears brewing within your eyes, hazing your vision. You
knew you had to leave this parallel universe or else you would die. You knew that
you had all that you’ve ever wanted beforehand, but it had taken you the loss of
your best friends to realize you could never have it again and you had to come
to terms with it. You were in the business for the long haul and you couldn’t
just check out to have a normal life with Mitch and your family. Have a couple
of kids. You couldn’t when you knew you had lives to save, monsters to fight,
and beers to drink with the Winchesters after a long hunt.
home, Y/N,” your mother demanded, the tone of her voice hardening. “Come right
love you,” you spoke, completely ignoring her demanding requests. “Tell dad the
And with that, you withdrew the
phone from your ear, tapping down on the screen and ending the call.
You glanced around at the parking
lot in search of a weapon, but none coming in sight. You cursed under your
breath, your Y/E/C eyes flicking onto the street ahead of you. An idea popped
in your mind. You sighed quietly to yourself, noting in your head that this was
the only way.
You jogged out of the parking lot
and into the busy street. A pair of headlights shined in your eyes, blurring
your vision for the time being. A car horn blared. But no impact came.
You shot straight up, your breathing
rapid and heavy. Your right hand clutched down onto your chest whereas your
left fisted the bedsheets. Cotton. Scratchy. Your vision slowly became clearer.
You heard muffled voices sound, but was unable to decipher what exactly what
they were saying at the current moment. It wasn’t until you felt a familiar
hand press onto your shoulder when your vision began less murky and your
hearing was restored.
“Oh, thank God you’re awake,” Sam
whispered, a small smile on his lips. “You’ve been out for at least five hours
since we got you.”
“What?” you murmured, your brows
knitting together, your eyes darting between the two brothers. Your gaze fell
onto the bed. The horrible floral pattern that was the comforter seemed to give
you ease. You weren’t lying in plush softness. And you were grateful for that.
“Y/N,” Dean’s voice spoke, your attention
fully on him now. “You were taken by a Djinn… you were missing for two days… we
“You thought wrong, clearly,” you
said, trying your hardest to lighten up the mood. The boys merely nodded, satisfied
grins on their lips.
“We’re just happy you’re safe,”
Sam concluded Dean’s statement. His expression was soft. Sincere.
You smiled at the brothers, tears
starting to form within your eye but you immediately blinked them away without
either of them noticing. “I’m just happy to be with you two again.”